And the smell of popcorn. Always the smell of stale, buttered popcorn.
I hit 'N' with all the force I had. The screen glitched. Static screamed from the speakers. The shadow lunged.
There were no Bollywood blockbusters or Hollywood hits. The categories were… wrong.
The video ended.
I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the shadow standing behind me. But this time, it wasn't on a screen. It was in the room.
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